The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1887-04-16

DuG VIC uueA ptCJ6u opening ol tHe
kitchen door knocked the castles of gold
and diamonds into the dim realms of
nothingness, and Mrs. Jones founced
suddenly in, while tall gentleman
blocked up the doorway, his dark, ques-
tioning eyes seeming to take in the whole
scene at a glance.
"There" cried Mrs. Jones, spitefully,
cit you want to see my kitchen girl,
here she is, and much good may the
sight do you! But she's bound legal
and lawful to me till she's eighteen, and
Pm one as knows my rights as we'll as
another! No, and amt to be cheated
out of 'em, Northumberland # l know
itw
Major Darrelps aristocratic lip curled
slightly. For the life of him he could
not help recoiling in spirit from the I'M
inviting tableau.
Lydia-dirty, greasy and uncombed-
the clamorous children, the reeking,
Kitchen! And Lydia's great, duaky eyes
saw it ALL How she wished she were
little mouse, to run away and hide
from sight at that instant
Exactly" said Major Darrell, slowly.
"Of course, your Inconvenience will be
pecuniarily considered, Mrs. --ahem!-
Mrs."
Jones, sir," interrupted the virago,
now all smiles and curtisies "To be
sure, sir might have knowed you
would ha' done the correct thing. And
Liddy's very good girl, when she amt
incoming over her books"
You will come with me at once, my
child, said Major Darrell. 81 am your
guardian--the representative of the
wishes of your deceased uncle, Colonel
Leopold Temple The carriage is at the
door"
And so Lydia Kempfed vanished from
the domestic stage of the little Jones,
and the castle of gold and diamonds was
never finished.
'Is that the wild girl of the woods
you have with you, DarrellW questioned
Mrs. Seacord, contcmptuously, as Major
Darrell waited patiently in one of the
fashionable temples of the city for poor
Lydia to be measured for clean and
decent outfit of clothing
Looks like it, does she2" laughed the
major. think myself she is rather an
specimen"
"What an ugly FACET said Mrs. Sea-
cord, lowering her voice. "Whom did
you say she was?"
Leopold Temples neice-and heiress,
by the way-and my ward. Is that
your carriage Mrs. Seacord2 Pray allow
me the pleasure"
AS tire courteous major escorted Mrs.
Seacord to her coupe, Lydia twitched
herself out of the dressmaker's hands
and ran up to the great mirror.
They are right, she said to herself,
after a momentary survey; 81 am ugly;
I do look like the wild girl of the woods,
and wish was dead-so therew
And she sullenly went back to Mrs.
Threadneedle. who sat in sort Of mild
waiting her cratic notions.
The next day she went to boarding
school. Major Darrell left her at Beau
champ Lodge, with kindly shake of
the hand.
"GOod-by Lydia" said he, 81 hope
you will do well. OF course, 1 shall re-
ceive quarterly reports of you, and in
case OF sickness, or any necessity, pray
call upon me as you would on your own
father"
So he went away. Lydia stood star
ing after him, with great, glittering eyes
and set lips.
''He never kissed me he never
stroked my hair" she thought. He don't
care for me; nobody cares for wild
girl of the woods. Why couldn't they
have left me alone in my kitchen"
Major Darrell was absent in India
eight more years, and when he returned,
the silver threads were beginning to min
gle in his chestnut brown locks.
81 suppose 1 must 90 and see the
little wild girl" he thought, as he sat
alone by the hotel fire, the first night of
his arrival. And as the reluctant sense
of dirty forced itself on bis mind. a soft